We really wanted to know all the unknowable things about each other and how we were the same and how we were different, if we even were, maybe nobody is.

Things usually make sense in time, and even bad decisions have their own kind of correctness.

I actually don't have a great surplus of ideas. Some evolve very slowly, over many years, but I sort of trust that all of the interesting ones will become something that I eventually end up doing.

The idea that you might end up in a job that doesn't allow you to be who you are, over the course of a lifetime, is still one of the most chilling nightmares to me. It's a good metaphor for fears I have about losing my soul in some accidental, mundane way. So, to me, these jobs that my characters have are very loaded. They immediately suggest a complex character to me, a woman who is, say, a secretary, but also a vigilante on behalf of her own soul.

I could not make a move without making love.

I think because I write so many short stories, it's not that hard to come up with characters that are not me.

He pulled away, but his eyes held my eyes like hands.